Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.